Thursday, October 9, 2014

Flat-packed

Spent the evening assembling desks and swivel chairs for the girls. On the one hand I resent the fact that not only do you have to pay for the furniture but you also have to spend three hours putting it together. If I bought a car, would I have to assemble it? Life is becoming increasingly flat-packed.

On the other hand, I quite like the physicality of it. There was something quite satisfying about making something. I felt, if not like a craftsman, then at least a sense of pride, even vindication, at getting through the 17-step instruction manual and producing desks with workable drawers and swivel chairs which didn't propel the girls across the living room.